The Pale Path
The ledger did not bleed, yet the ink ran black down the spine of the book like a wound that refused to close, and Margaret knew, with the cold certainty of a stone dropped into a well, that the institution had not just taken her money but had swallowed the very substance of her soul, leaving behind only a hollow shell that still bore the shape of a wife and a mother. She stood in the center of...
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